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Hack was so annoyed that most of his novels depicted Jonny as a lady’s man who was constantly getting laid that he wrote this to remind him how precarious that reputation was. But since all the book’s sex scenes were between dogs, it only sold to small niche audience, most of who were confined to federal sex crime prisons.
Happy National Nude Day!
Happy heavenly birthday to Richard Roundtree!
Happy International Kissing Day!
Hack went to dinner with a platonic female friend who made the mistake of wearing a low-cut tank top, and Hack realized that he had been unknowingly staring at her cleavage while they talked. He couldn’t pin down how long his eyes were glued to her chest, but he figured it was somewhere between fifteen seconds and forty-five minutes, so he immediately went home and wrote this novel about how all men lose their rational mind at the glimpse of even the outline of a female mammary gland.
I’ll say this for the book; it’s medically accurate.